ive been writing a bit of a story, i wanted to see what you guys think! Condemned -Deadly- “Kill! Kill!” Shouted the crowd, while I tried to think of a way out. It was a nice day, excluding the mob thirsting for my blood. I mean, really. The warm Texas sun was shining, and there were all sorts of plants around. The mob, however, was tiny compared to other executions I’ve seen on television. The crowd looked a bit shy of a couple hundred, all waving fists in the air. There would most definitely be more if it hadn’t taken place in the middle of a desert somewhere in western Texas. Anyway, I was desperately searching for my partners. I saw Jason and Robert, but John was nowhere in sight. Jason looked on in agony - After all, I was going to die- and Robert appeared to be hopeful, for some reason. Perhaps it had to do with John. Perhaps he was a traitor. I don’t know. I looked at the firing squad assembled to kill me. So, this is the price for defying the great Roger Welkin? I thought. Finally, the bag was placed over my head. I am assuming that you are extremely confused right now. Therefore, let’s go back a bit, shall we?..... I had lived a normal life, compared to other teenagers. I wasn’t a perfect student, but I wasn’t so low that my parents and teachers panicked and everything. I didn’t do drugs. There was nothing to worry about. The world was perfect. Then, on November 23, 2023, our president, Willingham A. Buchanan, his cabinet, and his family were dragged out of the White House and shot on the White House lawn. The Dark Days had just begun. I had been living in California, but nowhere near those celebrities that you think of. I enjoyed the scenic views in my small town near the coast. I happened to be at the top of of the world that day, until it all came crashing down. It was a normal school day. I had made my way to school. “Hi!” I greeted, as my circle of friends came over to greet me. “Did you hear the news?” They continuously asked me. Finally I raised my hands in a gesture of defeat and exclaimed, “What!” “The military took over the government!” Exclaimed John, Robert, and Jason. Ben wasn’t the shouting type, so he said nothing. I believed them. They have never lied to me. This one time, I didn’t believe that I had detention like they told me, but I ended up having triple that time they did for “forgetting” to come. Anyway, those few days, I pretty much failed all my classes that I had that day. I had zoned out to think about what would happen to the world. What would happen to the United States? Most importantly, what would happen to me? All around the United States were videos of people, rebels who defied the new leadership, dying, and, in one instance, the television displayed a brown tank, the barrel facing directly toward the camera, right before the feed cut out. Not even the press is safe. Oh, there were people fighting the tanks, all right. They just died afterwards. Nothing seemed to be able to stop the military. Suddenly, my world was rocked by a large fireball. “Run!” Shouted the townspeople outside, as multiple battle-ready tanks came over the horizon. The alarm bell was ringing, and the people ran for their lives. It had been two days after I learned of the military coup. “Run, son!” Screamed my parents. They had stayed to fight the tanks. I protested as my parents shoved me in a car with my John’s father and John himself, and drove away to an airport that hadn’t been taken over. I was forced into the stuffy airplane. It was a small airplane, with only 5 windows on each side. I took a seat next to my three remaining friends. Ben, the fourth, had stayed to help defend the town. We were hundreds of feet in the air when a huge explosion rocked the plane. I looked out of the window. The town was engulfed in flames. The mushroom cloud of fire had reached past the plane, its red hand attempting to grab for us. We had only just dodged it. Only when the danger was over was when I realized the full magnitude of the disaster. My parents! Ben! I screamed and cried, and nobody tried to comfort me. They all had lost something or someone in the fire that lit up the night. After the tragedy, I cried myself to sleep and vowed revenge with all of my friends. I had nothing left. If I did this, I thought, I would be executed. But I would be taking that monster with me... Hope you enjoyed it! -Deadly-
And how do you know this mister psyhic TheBlackRage? Can I not like someone without being acuused of being them? You sir are a bit of an arsehat
Man I just screwed My country in total war I was excommunicated and now the French and Venice are out to kill me while my only ally is the eygotians on the other side of the Map
6 hours. Yes I kid ye not. I'm visting for 6 hours. 6 hours to: 1. Try to keep me on. 2. Enjoy your 6 hours. You have until 00:27AM 19/09/11 GMT.